9 comments/ 91347 views/ 24 favorites Tres Leches Cake Ch. 01 By: Lisa Summers Marion, Shannon and I first met at a 'spouses-only' function in Pebble Beach about six years ago. We were all wives of executives at the Zo-Dickson company meeting. As is usual for such meetings, while our husbands did whatever they do at these things, wives were sort of left at loose ends, though a few social events (read, 'museum visits and shopping'} had been arranged. It was at lunch at TGI Fridays at the La Plaza Mall the first day, that we really hit it off, and had been friends ever since. Since we all lived in the same general area, we were able to get together, and often did. We were all very thrilled when we became pregnant around the same time. Shannon and I (oh, I'm Elsbeth) were each expecting our first. We're both in our late twenties. Marion was expecting her third, and she's in her early thirties. We shared our experiences during pregnancy, which was very comforting to Shannon and I. Marion told us what to expect from the birthing experience, without sharing dreadful stories of her first two pregnancies. I really hate it when women do that, you know, the 'two weeks of labor' stories. Anyway, since none of us had close relatives anywhere in the area, it was so thrilling that we were more or less there for each other when it came time to deliver. I gave birth to a lovely little girl, Susan. Shannon had twin boys, Alex and Sean, and Marion also had a little girl, Miriam. It was as part of our post-partum get togethers that the story I'm going to tell you began. We were over at Marion's, sitting at her kitchen table, discussing our favorite desserts. Mine is pumpkin pie, Shannon said hers were eclairs, and Marion said hers was Tres Leches cake. Shannon and I both looked at her quizzically. "What's that?" asked Shannon. I nodded my head, too. "I never heard of it," I said. "Oh, that's a Mexican cake," Marion said. "Basically, it's a yellow cake that's soaked in, um, condensed sweetened milk, evaporated milk, and whipping cream, and iced with a vanilla icing. It's really good, but very sweet....and fattening, too," she said, patting her still swollen stomach. Marion and I had been having trouble losing the weight we'd put on during our pregnancies, but Shannon looked just as slim as she had before she'd become pregnant. We all had tremendous breasts, though, fat and swollen with milk. The slightest thing could set any of us off lactating, leaking our abundant milk. Enough for our babies, and then some! "That sounds really good," Shannon said, referring of course to the cake, but the mention of milk set me off on a track of wondering what Shannon and Marion's mother's milk tasted like, if it was the same as mine. Mine was very sweet, and I had enjoyed tasting it on occasion. I put my tea cup down on the saucer. "Speaking of milk," I said, "have you tasted your milk?" "Ha, who hasn't?" Marion said, waving her hand lightly. Shannon nodded her agreement, her blonde hair riding up and down her shoulder with the movement of her head. "Yes, I tasted mine. Umm, I liked it," Shannon added. She looked a little embarrassed, a slight blush on her upper cheeks. It made her look even younger than she was. "And speaking of cake," I said, "Do you think you could make some of that cake for us, Marion?" I'm never one to turn down a new pastry. "Gosh, yes, or at least something like it. I have yellow cake, and a can of vanilla frosting, and, let me see, yes, I think I have enough of all the milks, and cream." She began bustling around the kitchen gathering the ingredients, and Shannon and I pitched in to help. I looked at the two women as they tied their hair back, and washed their hands. Shannon was one of those very pretty executive wives, who look like they'll keep their beauty as their man moves up the ladder. Long, blonde hair, model-perfect facial features, a tall, slim body. I found myself staring at her sometimes, just drinking in her loveliness. Marion, on the other hand, was also quite lovely, but much darker, with strong hispanic features and glossy, thick black hair, as her mother was first-generation from Mexico and her father a Swede from Minnesota. She was much shorter, and fuller, her breasts, hips and ass very plush. She definitely looked like a mother, the kind that's always busy with her kids! I'm red-haired, with pale skin and I'm prone to freckles and sunburn. My body is kind of average, medium height, medium sized breasts and ass, although my breasts were a lot bigger then. All in all, I think we represented the diversity of the corporate world, and were reasonably attractive. Shannon was pouring the cake mix into the mixing bowl, when it plopped in out of the plastic bag, raising a big cloud of flour into her face and all over her front. A fine dusting settled over the dark granite countertop around the bowl. Shannon sneezed (fortunately not into the cake mix!), Marion and I started laughing, as Shannon's face was all white, and she had a coating of white powder on her bangs. She looked as though she were auditioning for a role as a mime somewhere. "Think it's funny?" she yelled, grinning, and threw a pinch of flour at Marion and I, which made us laugh even more. We each had a small spot of cake flour mix on our blouses, a small match for Shannon's top. "I'm sorry," Marion apologized. By way of apology, she began brushing off the layer of flour from Shannon's front, her hands running over Shannon's generously sized breasts. Her hands seemed to fuss with Shannon's breasts more than absolutely necessary, I thought. I notice things like that. "Ooh, keep that up and you'll have all the milk you need for your cake," Shannon groaned, fluttering her eyelids a little unconsciously, and as if on cue, two little wet spots showed up on her green cotton blouse at her nipples. "And that's THROUGH the bra," she said. Marion looked thoughtful, then slowly ran her finger over one of the wet spots, and lifted her damp finger to her lips. "Mm," she said. "Tastes good." "Oh, you couldn't taste my milk from that," Shannon said. "Could you?" "No, I was just kidding," Marion said. After a pause, she said, "But I wouldn't mind. Tasting it, that is." She looked at Shannon so intently. Shannon, her bluff called, said, "Um, okay." I don't think either of them really meant it to go further, but when Shannon began unbuttoning her blouse, Marion suddenly said, "Let me." Her fingers began shakily unbuttoning the 4 buttons, and Shannon's bra-covered breasts, full, round and flushed now, were exposed to both Marion and me. Her bra had two big wet-looking circles, where she'd already soaked through with milk. This girl was FULL!! Shannon reached up to the clasp between the cups, and unhooked it, looking questioningly at both Marion and me. Our eyes were locked on her mounds, and I didn't even realize that I was holding my breath in anticipation of what I'd see. When Shannon disengaged the clasp, her breasts fell downward and outward a few inches, as the white fabric swung away, and hung down by her arms (the bra, that is!) I got a sense of the roundness and fullness of her breasts, so similar to mine. Her skin was a creamy white, unlike the tan over much of the rest of her body, but a rosy blush was rising up that milky flesh, towards her face. What really caught my eyes, though, were her long, delicately pink nipples, each with several small white spots already joining into a large white drop of her lovely milk. I could feel my own nipples start to let down milk at this beautiful, womanly sight, and I experienced a sudden desire of my own to taste her, and to feel Shannon's rough, warm nipples between my soft lips. I groaned involuntarily. I could almost feel the warmth of her breasts against my cheeks, and the smell of her body, as I imagined suckling on her. Still, I was stunned when Marion leaned forward, and, holding onto Shannon's upper arm for balance, brought her mouth to Shannon's left breast, sucking her delicious looking nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of the imprisoned piece of feminine flesh. Shannon moaned, her hands going to the back of Marion's head, her tanned fingers running through Marion's glossy black tresses. She held Marion to her, as she began to suck, her mouth smoothly moving small squirts of Shannon's milk over her tongue, savoring its flavor and texture and heat, then swallowing it.. My fingers suddenly found an itch deep between my thighs, and pressed in there, through my skirt, against my swelling labia and clit, as I found myself tingling there, anticipation and pleasure unexpectedly rising within me. I could already smell the scent of my excitement. Shannon looked over at me as I made a small noise in my throat, and with a smile, seeing my hand at my crotch, lifted her right breast in offering to me. I hurried over to her, my head now next to Marion's, my lips approaching her absolutely lovely, beckoning nipple, a fat globule of her rich, thick mother's milk awaiting my tongue. I swallowed the warm nub of her nipple, like sucking on a tiny, feminine cock, and drew it into my mouth, the sweet, rich taste of her milk exploding on my tongue. The warm smell of Shannon's body surrounded me, intoxicating me with its richness, and the hint of feminine musk and baby powder. As I felt Shannon's hand and fingers in my hair now, small shivers of ecstasy ran down my back, through my pelvis to my clitoris. Her milk came out in little spurts, as though she were cumming her sweet fluid into my mouth. I felt a shudder run through me as I came - I actually orgasmed! I'd never been with another woman or girl, but here I was, sucking on a lovely young mother's beautiful breast, loving the taste of her sweet milk, and cumming, my clit spasming in ecstasy at the thoughts and sensations running through me. I moaned, and heard two more moans in response, from Marion and Shannon, and it suddenly occurred to me, that THEY were cumming also! The aroma of aroused females was all around me, and it smelled fabulous. I certainly knew it well enough from the times I had masturbated. I suddenly felt Marion's hand in my lap, as I was crouched, kneeling in front of Shannon. Her fingers slowly slipped down the plaid fabric of my skirt, until they came to my bare knees, just below the hem. Her fingers curled beneath the fabric, her nails sharply grazing my kneecap, pain and pleasure, and I felt a thrill of anticipation as her fingers slipped under the thin wool, pressing and seeking, the soft, warm pads of her fingertips grazing across the front of my right thigh, not hesitating, moving upward, getting closer to my sensitive inner thigh the higher they went. Soon, her fingertip was sliding across the taut, slick fabric of my panties, diagonally across my labia, which I could feel were already plump and pouting, a wetness and heat between them trickling down. Wherever her finger pressed into the panties, a blossom of moisture bloomed. Her fingers knowingly slipped under the elastic inches away from my eager pussy, and I felt her index finger making small circles as she coated it in my abundant feminine fluids. I involuntarily spread my thighs apart, to allow her finger access to my willing slit, a slit which had never before known a woman's touch, though I was so desirous of her touch now. "Yes," I moaned quietly around Shannon's full nipple, still gushing her sweet, white milk, a little dribbling down over her areola now. "Touch me...please." Marion didn't hesitate, as she slipped her now wet and slick finger between my swelling labia, into my pussy, deep inside me. I could bear the excitement no longer, and brought my own hand under Shannon's cotton skirt, to her slim thighs, warm and smooth. My fingers found their own way up her leg to her crotch, where I was surprised, but also very pleased, to find that she wasn't wearing any panties at all. The absence of cotton fabric protecting her heat from trespassers was an intoxicating temptation. "That's it, baby," Shannon whispered, her cheek pressing against the top of my head. "Touch your mommy's pussy, so wet and hot, waiting for your lovely touch." God! How excited I felt at hearing that!. With Marion's finger fucking my own wet slit, I tentatively explored Shannon's cunt with my own fingers. She was shaved, no hair at all that I could feel, and the smooth, silky feel of her hot, feminine flesh under my finger, slick and wet, her slit opening up for me as she willingly spread her legs, gave me all the permission I needed. I could smell her excited vagina, or maybe it was mine or even Marion's. Perhaps all three. The fragrance was like the richest perfume I had ever encountered, crafted with care and love, just for me. My finger slipped inside Shannon then, a tight, hot haven welcoming me into her, and her pussy reacted to my touch, gripping, then loosening alternately on me, and I giggled as I recalled the 'kegels' we all had done in preparation for giving birth. Her small clitoris was an excited, wet bump at the top of her slit. The humor soon gave way to passion as each of us quickly rode a wave of excitement, our anticipation building and building, until finally we were gripped in the throes of our orgasms, our bodies shaking with indescribable pleasure, stormy delight crashing over us, creamy liquid dripping down my fingers, and Marion's, as I actually squirted during my orgasm, for the first time in my life. The orgasm I experienced was far more intense than any my husband had ever given me, I nearly blacked out from the excitement! During Shannon's orgasm, her body tensing, then actually squirting both milk and cum, I filled my mouth with her milk. Rising up, I brought my mouth to her red (though still flour-covered) lips, and kissed her softly, then more passionately, her milk from my mouth gushing into her open mouth, and she drank it eagerly, then her tongue slithered into my mouth in thanks, where I welcomed it. Her hands went to my breasts, and when she pressed them, I could feel that my top was quite wet, apparently from my own release of milk. Shannon giggled, and, looking at my wet front, said, "Somebody had a good time." I looked into her eyes, then over at Marion, and saw only friendly, welcoming looks in each. "I've never-" I began, but Marion cut me off. "Neither have I, and looking at Shannon, I'd guess..." "Nope, a first for me, too. Have either of you ever..." Shannon said, her voice dropping in volume. "Made it with another girl?" Marion finished. "I'm guessing that would be a first here, too. Am I right?" By the blushes on our faces, it would seem that the day's happening had been the first time for lesbian sex for each of us. "Have either of you ever fantasized..." I began, but my voice, too dropped into silence. I was ashamed of myself for my past thoughts in that area, but excited, too. "Oh god, yes!" Shannon said. "I've gone to some of those Internet web sites, the ones with girls together, and even bought some of those e-books with collections of erotic stories. If Bill knew what's hidden on our computer..." "Are you kidding?" Marion expostulated. "He's probably got his own files of naked girls on there, if he's anything like Pete." Pete, of course, being Marion's husband. "I just worry if he has a collection of naked BOY pictures! And anyway, me too. Lesbian stuff, I mean, not naked boys. I LOVE those stories, I fantasize about another girl almost every time I jill now. Pete hasn't recovered from the last pregnancy yet, so until he does, it's imaginary girl playtime for me." "How about you, Elsbeth? You kind of took naturally to, uh, touching another woman..." Shannon said. She looked so adorable when she said it, I felt my heart skip a beat. "No, uh, no," I lied. I don't know why I said that. The truth is, I had looked at hundreds of girl-girl sites, but it had started long before I ever got married. In fact, I'd felt an attraction to other girls, and then as I got older, other women, all my life. My orgasms from fantasizing, and frigging myself, after visiting one of those sites were usually stronger than those I had with Dave, my husband. Shannon looked crestfallen. "Oh," she said. "Well, I'm not embarrassed, I think it's natural for a woman to think other women are beautiful, and attractive. I read it somewhere." "Hmm, "in 'Dykes Quarterly?'" Marion teased, and we all laughed. I felt a sense of unease at lying to my friends, though I joined in the laughter. The moment had passed, and we cleaned up, finishing the cake. I felt a sadness inside, and thought I had missed an opportunity that I'd never see again. It was two months later that Shannon's husband left her, leaving her a new baby and a brief message on the answering machine, full of "it's not you's" and "I'm not right for you," but as it turns out, he REALLY did have a bunch of naked boy pictures! Apparently, he'd gone to San Francisco to act on his own feelings. But we only found that part out later. Shannon went over to Marion's to stay for a couple of days, while she considered her options. After she'd been over there three days, I decided to bake a cake and take it over. A chocolate double-fudge devils food cake, I figured it had enough chocolate in it to make her forget she was ever married. I knocked on Marion's door, but didn't get any response, even though Marion's blue mini-van was parked in front of the house. I didn't see Shannon's at all. I let myself in, using the key that Marion had given me months before. I called out, but didn't hear any reply. I put the cake on the kitchen counter, then went looking for her. Shannon was no doubt out shopping, or looking for a lawyer. Walking up the stairs to the bedroom level, I started to wonder why she'd even be up there during the day. The door to the guest bedroom was slightly ajar, so I tapped on it with my fingernail and whispered, "Hello? Anyone in here?" There was no answer, so I peeked in but didn't see anything, only the bedcovers wildly mussed and thrown over the pillows. I then retraced my steps out, and looked through the rest of the house, finding no one. Finally, I returned to the kitchen and made myself a cup of instant coffee, pondering the situation. I thought that I'd finish the cup, then look around again. If I didn't find Marion, I'd leave a note. I thought back to the last time I'd been with both Marion and Shannon in this kitchen, and what we'd done there. I could still remember the heavy, musky fragrance of aroused pussy, the slick, silky feel of Shannon's pussy around my finger, the sweet flavor of Shannon's milk, and the soft, warm feel of her lips on mine, and the feel of her tongue searching in my mouth. I remembered my excitement at feeling Marion inside me, the pleasure she'd brought to me. I had thought about those things often over the last couple of months, especially when I was playing with my stiff, swollen clit, and, with my cum-covered finger in my mouth, or against my nose, invariably I would come to a fantastic orgasm. My clit was itching again, it was obvious I was turning myself on, thinking of my friends' bodies, so I walked around in the downstairs to shake it off. Marion and Pete had a room off their living room, sort of a den-cum-office. I noticed that the computer was on, with the little Windows logo bouncing around the monitor. I idly tapped the keyboard, and the scene on the screen returned to its original picture. It was a picture of two cute women in their twenties, apparently naked, in a loving embrace in a bed, sheets covering most of their bodies, just their bare shoulders and heads exposed, while they were locked in a kiss. One girl, a redhead, her hair color much like mine, was partially on top of the other, a blonde. The redhead's hair, long and wavy, lay across the white sheet and partially over the upper part of the blonde's body. The blonde's hair was fanned out around her, as she lay back, receiving the redhead's kisses. Tres Leches Cake Ch. 01 I gasped. The scene was so beautiful, and so evocative of some of the fantasies I'd had after our encounter earlier. I had fantasized myself in bed with Shannon, both of us naked, our smooth, warm bodies pressed together in lust, as she rode me to orgasm after orgasm, and then made me eat her pussy until she quivered in ecstasy, squirting her hot cum into my mouth. In my fantasy, it tasted much like her milk. On a hunch, I hit the 'back' arrow on the browser, and I saw about twelve thumbnails of the two girls, many of them showing the girls in much, much more provocative positions, including a couple showing either the blonde licking the redhead's asshole, or the redhead kissing the blonde's ass and pussy. I could feel my pussy wetting at these spectacular pictures, and to my shame, I memorized the website address so that I could find the pictures myself, later. I returned the scene to the original I had found, and walked out of the room, pressing the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit. I decided to check the upstairs again, and tiptoed up to the guest bedroom, the only one that had shown any evidence of occupation. This time, when I looked inside, Marion was lying in bed, her eyes closed, the sheet covering most of her body. Apparently she had been asleep there earlier, hidden by the sheets. But why was she sleeping in the guest bedroom, I wondered. I thought how peaceful and sweet she looked, and was just pulling my head back out of the doorway, when I saw movement of the sheet at the foot of the bed. At the same time, her eyes opened, and Marion gasped, "Oh god, yes, lick me, luscious! Eat my fucking pussy like it's going out of style!" Then she noticed my head, looking like it was detached and floating in the air. Well, she screamed, then I screamed, then the sheet flew up in the air, and pulling her face out of Marion's quite wet cunt, then Shannon screamed! I stood there in shock. I mean, I had been transported from a pastoral scene of tranquility, a lovely woman asleep in front of me, to a wicked scene of the worst kind of debauchery, two women ribaldly having lesbian sex in front of me, and all of us squealing in shock and surprise. Of course, the worst of it was that I was thrilled beyond belief to see my two closest friends fucking! The look on Shannon's face was priceless. Her blue eyes were wide open and I could already see her trying to think of some kind of explanation for why she had had her face between Marion's smooth thighs, and her tongue deep inside her wet pussy. Her mouth was slack and gaping open, and she unconsciously licked her lips as she stared back at me. The sheen of Marion's creamy sex was all over the lower part of Shannon's face. Marion said, "Elsbeth." Then she paused, I guess she didn't have any idea what could follow that opening. For that matter, neither did I. So I said, "Um, I brought you some cake. It's downstairs, on the counter." I rushed out, back downstairs, not sure what I'd do, only knowing that I'd never been more excited in my life. Marion's and Shannon's voices followed me, begging me to come back. I got halfway down the hallway towards the stairs, when my footsteps faltered, then stopped. Why WAS I leaving? I slowly returned to the bedroom, and Marion and Shannon were just starting to get out of bed, no doubt to follow me. Shannon looked up and saw me return. "Thank god," she said. "I wanted to explain." The words spilled out of her. After our conversation a few months before, the one around the Tres Leches cake, she and Marion had followed up on their fantasies, and begun exploring with each other. "Oh Elsbeth," Marion said, "We discovered that we found so much that was lacking in our lives, in each other! We've been lovers ever since then. But we never wanted to hurt you. As a matter of fact, we were disappointed that we couldn't include you. Please don't be mad." I sat down then, on the edge of the bed. Both women, still nude, had retreated to the bed, holding the sheet up to their breasts. I guess they wanted some kind of subliminal protection from, well, whatever. I found myself picturing them without the sheet, just deliciously naked. "We were looking at the Internet, and I showed Shannon some of my favorite sites. We both got excited and, well..." Marion didn't have to finish. "I guess it's time I made a confession," I said, slowly. "I lied when I said I'd never fantasized about another woman. In fact, I think of almost nothing but. Please don't hate me, I just couldn't admit it to myself, much less to my closest friends. But, well, I think things have changed a little." Shannon giggled. "I'll say," she said. Then she casually tossed the sheet aside, and I saw her awesomely beautiful body, completely naked to me for the first time. "C'mere girl, you've got some making up to do." I began removing my blouse, anticipation coursing through me... Tres Leches Cake Ch. 02 I slowly began removing my blouse, anticipation coursing through me like a runaway electric current. I was sitting on a bed with my two best friends, Marion and Shannon, who were both naked, and who smelled of raw girl-girl sex, as they'd just concluded an afternoon of lovemaking. Now they'd invited me to join, for my first real lesbian sex. I was torn. Ha ha, just kidding, actually I was anxious to make up for a lot of lost time. Having sex with another girl, feeling my body against another woman's. swimming in her taste and smell, was something I had secretly desired all of my life, but I'd always been afraid to follow my needs. I finished unbuttoning my blouse, getting caught in the fabric momentarily, in my haste to get naked. I finally got my arms out of the sleeves, and began unclasping my bra, when Shannon said, "Please, let me do that!" She reached forward, and brought her lips to mine, taking me in her warm embrace. Her kiss was every bit as exciting as the first time, and I felt myself melting into her touch. Her arms went around my body, as my arms went around her neck. Her tongue slipped tartly between my lips, fucking me almost, I thought, as her fingers expertly lifted the hook and eye of my bra, and my full breasts tumbled out of the satin cups, to momentarily kiss her full breasts. Both of our nipples were quite stiff, and I felt a strong tingle when her rough nipples pressed momentarily into mine. The roughness eased, when oozing milk from both of us coated the other's nipples and areola. I moaned, from the mingled sensation of her warm tongue fucking my mouth, our nipples and breasts dancing together, and the milky smell of our emissions mixing with the musky, hot smell of her pussy, and mine. Shannon pulled away from me, and I felt a strong pang of disappointment at no longer having her sweet body pressing against mine, or her tongue teasing my mouth. "Don't pout, baby," Shannon cooed, "I want to get you completely naked." She smiled, and I smiled back, my heart racing in excitement. I couldn't take my eyes off her sweet, naked body. Her blue eyes were sparkling with lust and eagerness, her long blonde hair cascaded over her smooth, unblemished shoulders. As she prepared to undress me further, her tongue was caught, so sweetly, between her teeth and lips, as she was lost in thought as to how she would strip me, and bare my own femininity. Her breasts were full, as she was a relatively new mother, as were Marion and I, and the fullness caused by her surplus of milk, caused her lovely breasts to hang a little lower than they might have ordinarily. Her pink nipples were erect and excited, and each bore a full, swollen drop of her white milk, threatening to drop into her naked lap as she paused. I thought of the pleasure that chasing those sweet drops into her lap would be, and shivered with pleasure. Finally, Shannon decided her course of action. She gently pushed me onto my back, now topless, but still wearing my skirt and panties. "Mommy's little baby needs changing, I think," she said, in a kind of baby talk voice, which I found somewhat sexy. "Baby is wet here," she said, her hand darting under my skirt, and brushing against the vee of my panties, which certainly were wet, though not with pee. "Baby has to be naked, then we'll change her." Marion laughed softly. "Yes, baby's going to be changed when she leaves here," she said. I felt a quiver of pleasure pass through my clit at the sound of her voice. I wanted to let them do anything they wanted to do, so long as it brought me pleasure. Shannon briskly unbuttoned the top of my skirt, pulling it loose at my waist. Grasping it by the top, Shannon began shimmying the skirt down my legs, leaving me only in my panties, with a large wet spot revealing my own excitement and desire. Marion moved herself up to my head as Shannon attended to my lower part. My sight was diverted to Marion's nudity, her full breasts literally dripping with milk above me. She lowered first, her right breast, the nipple entering my mouth, where I began to suck. Her milk easily squirted out against the roof of my mouth, the taste very similar to that of Shannon's and my own milk. My hand went to her breast, to hold and mold its lovely warmth and softness in my hands, feeling the essence of the physical aspect of motherhood. I caressed and stroked her breast, and she moaned above me, her own hands caressing my own full breasts in return. I could feel the leaking milk from my nipples running down my sides. Meanwhile, Shannon's hands, fingers and then mouth, were addressing me in a much more sexual and lust-filled way. Her hands and fingertips stroked along my inner thighs, and along the confining elastic hems of my panties, coming so close to my sexual center, but never quite getting there to bring me to completion. My groaning filled the air, my hips raising up in an attempt to have her finally please me and sate my need. The best that she would do, was to slip her fingers briefly under the elastic of the panties, and brush against the flesh closer to my clit, and labia and pussy. She continually teased me, as Marion switched her breast in my mouth, giving me a fresh supply of her hot milk. I drank greedily. Then Shannon pulled my panties halfway down off my hips, exposing my full pubic bush, and allowing the folded hem to rub against the hood of my clit, which was rapidly receding, exposing my sensitive nubbins to the feel of the fabric against it. The back of my panties only partially covered my ass, and I dreamed of feeling Shannon kissing the warm globes of my ass, like the girl in the picture on the computer downstairs. I moaned again, and small shudders of pleasure ran through me. As my hips shook, the fabric of the panties rubbed further over my exposed clitoris, adding to my pleasure and delight. I felt Shannon's breath, hot and moist, on my bush, and clit, and unexpectedly I thrust my hips upward, feeling her mouth on me there. Shannon snuck in several quick licks of my moist slit and clit, and I came, with a soft cry, my teeth almost closing on Marion's brown nipple. She yelped, and withdrew from my mouth momentarily. "Ooh, baby's excited," she chuckled. Then she returned her nipple to my mouth, and I resumed sucking, her smell filling my nose as her body pressed against my face. Then I felt Marion's hand creeping down my belly, over my navel and through my bush, her strong index finger teasing around my stiff clit. Shannon pulled my panties the rest of the way off, and I gloried in the pleasurable feel of having my pussy exposed to my two new lovers. I spread my legs wider, to signal my surrender to them, and my desire for total stimulation. Marion's finger stroked wetly around my clit, as it stood proudly at the top of my pussy. Shannon's finger joined her, as she wet it in my leaking cum, then stroked it inside my lips, fucking me deeper and deeper. I cooed with pleasure, as the mutual fucking of Elsbeth by two other women continued. Shannon's one finger was soon joined by two others, and Shannon began fucking me in earnest, as Marion began stroking over my clit, and more roughly. "Oh god!" I yelled, at one point, as a massive orgasm washed over me, the stimulus to my clit and pussy too much. I floated in a dream of lesbian lovemaking, the wet smells and soft tastes and salty/sweet sounds of feminine love filling my senses. I returned to myself, to find Marion straddling my face now, her full thighs on either side of my face, her wet, open pussy inches above my face, her odor, musky and strong, filling my nostrils. My mouth began to water, anticipating my first taste of another woman's pussy. She lowered herself onto my mouth, my lips kissing her lips like a lover, my tongue slipping inside her, a lewd but pleasurable french kiss, her hot fluids beginning to fill my mouth. Her taste was both salty and sweet, and I found it more intoxicating than any wine. Her cum was creamy, and slick. What I couldn't swallow, ran in rivulets down my cheeks. As I relished her taste, and feel and smell, I felt a warm, wet touch on my own pussy, Shannon kneeling between my spread legs, and licking and kissing my own aching pussy and clit. Her tongue invaded my opening in a practiced way, bringing me immense pleasure, small orgasms shooting through my pelvis, and I tried to duplicate what she was doing, in order to better please Marion. I must have been successful, because Marion began rotating her hips on my face, smearing her cum all over my face, and squealing with pleasure. "Fuck, Elsbeth! Lick my pussy SO sweetly, baby! Go deep inside me, girl, fuck my hole with that hard, hot tongue of yours!" Her words gave me renewed energy, as did Shannon's tongue so deep inside my own hole. Shannon pushed my legs up, bending at the knees, so that the fronts of my thighs were pressing against Marion's smooth back. I felt Shannon's fingers clawing their way beyond my pussy, below, to my rounded ass globes, pressed against the protesting mattress. I could feel a steady drip of fluids, I supposed my own cum and Shannon's saliva, dripping down from the rear of my cunt, along that small, sensitive patch of flesh between my slit and my ass hole, and collecting around my previously neglected rear hole. Shannon's finger pressed the mingled creamy fluid inside my pulsing anal opening, wetting the way ahead of her. As her finger slipped deeper and deeper inside of my spasmodically closing brown hole, I felt a senseof pleasure, different than I had felt before, but intensely erotic, and taking its own route to my clitoris, as so many of these pleasures do. I moved my ass upward, then downward onto her finger, to try to get her to fuck me in my ass with that slim digit. I had never allowed Dave to fuck me in the ass, as I had feared that it would hurt. Shannon, I sensed, would have disregarded any objections and fucked me anyway. Besides, I loved how it felt! So, as the three of us lay entangled, we came, over and over again. Marion came from the inexperienced tongue fucking I was giving her sweet, wet pussy, as well as her stroking and squeezing of her own full breasts above me. I could feel the droplets of hot milk as they fell on my face. Shannon came, as her dyke side, always hidden from even herself, even during her lovemaking with Marion, came into flower, and she discovered that roughly fucking and dominating other girls and women gave her more pleasure than being fucked herself. Later, that discovery would lead to a night of wonderful adventures, but that's for another story. And, me, I came because I finally submitted to my true nature, and didn't hide behind the artifice of conventionality. Instead, I discovered that my greatest pleasure would come from licking and kissing another woman's pussy and clit, while being fucked in my own pussy and ass by yet another woman. It's a strange thing to watch three women make each other cum. There's not really loud outcries, as you might expect from reading erotica, or from the reactions of men in similar circumstances. Instead, each of us would freeze our movement, become silent when the passion and ecstasy flowed over us. Occasionally one or more of us would emit a squirt of cum from our aroused cunts, or by oversqueezing our own breasts or those of the others, a small squirt of milk, but otherwise the room was filled with contented cooing, sighs of delight, rapid breathing, and above all, a moist, hot musky perfume, our body aromas mingling to create a fragrance that others would kill to recreate. After a little while, perhaps a week or two, it seemed, we slumped together, enjoying each other's closeness, then snuggled, Shannon and I lying together naked, with Marion sprawled across us, equally naked and warm. Sleepily, Marion mumbled something. "What did you say?" I mumbled, equally sleepy. "I said, I baptize us 'lovers,' Marion said, only a hair louder than before. Shannon grunted. I puzzled over what Marion meant, but then her meaning came clear. I felt a shock of hot liquid run out from between Marion's thighs, onto mine, and trickle down between them by my pussy. An acrid, salty smell filled the air, and I came a little more awake. Then a more forceful splash of wet heat, then a steady stream, as Marion's words made sense to me. She was peeing on us! She giggled, and spread her legs a little wider, so that her stream of pee ran over both Shannon and I. Marion's face was closer to mine, and she brought her lips to mine, kissing me laciviously as she continued to pee. I was surprised to find that I was excited by her urinating on us. I fingered my clit and hers with one hand, as they were so close, and kissed her back, my tongue battling hers. I felt movement from Shannon, and she was frigging herself, too, cumming in little shudders as Marion's flow of piss decreased, then stopped. Marion and I thrust our hips into each other, as my touch on our clits brought us to brief, but satisfactory orgasms. As the liquid from Marion's body cooled around us, it seemed that we had better clean up, which we did, and just in time, too, as Marion's mother came back, apparently from her house, where she'd been taking care of the children for the day. Needless to say, Marion's washing machine was chugging away on the pee-soaked sheets, and Marion's foresight in using mattress covers was rewarded. A week later I came back to the house, and we recreated our midday fun, but after we had licked and fingered each other to many orgasms, Marion and Shannon showed me something new. Shannon lay back on the bed with her head on the pillow, her knees spread wide. Her pussy was red and open, wet and smelled luscious, the smell of a woman's very satisfied cunt, freshly fucked. Marion lay down between her legs with her head just about at the height of Shannon's breasts. Then Marion took one of her own breasts into her two hands, and squeezed it into a cylindrical shape, like a fat, leaky cock. She slipped her long brown nipple inside Shannon's wet slit, rubbing the rough, fat nipple over Shannon's clit, causing Shannon to suck in her breath in a sharp hiss. Then Marion began fucking Shannon's pussy with her breast, pushing the fat shaft inside Shannon's oozing opening, as Shannon pushed down with her hips on the simulated dick, until the two were fucking with abandon. I slipped my fingers inside Marion's pussy, wet and red, and gently fingered her while she fucked Shannon. Soon, Shannon was moaning and yelping with pleasure. "Oh god, YES Marion, fuck me, mommy!! Fuck my hole with that delicious hot dick! Oh! Oh! Yes!! Oh god, yes, you're squirting your hot cum inside me, oh, fuck!" I speeded up my fingering, and Marion and Shannon came at the same time, both of them muttering unintelligibly as they orgasmed, Marion squirting her milk inside of Shannon's clutching cunt. I was fascinated by the show they put on, and smiled when they turned to me. "That was lovely," I said. Marion said, "Mmm, it's your turn to finish now." I had a puzzled look, but when Marion moved away and Shannon spread her milk-spattered thighs, I understood. I slid down on my stomach between Shannon's slim legs, my mouth close to her dripping pussy. I could see the thick, white fluid oozing out from inside her, along with her own clearer, but thicker, cum. I brought my mouth to that delicious opening, to consume the most wonderful beverage I have ever had - a young mother's milk, combined with another woman's musky cum. God, what a treat that was! And I am happy to say that we each had that lovely treat many times while we were nursing!